2015 A Year in Review and a Visual Protest Against Forgetting
I photograph so I can say I was truly paying attention and 2015 is a year I refuse to forget. This year more than any year in the past I've felt as if I've become friends with the couples I've worked for, and their weddings were an invitation to share in their happiness as much as document it. Your stories mixed with mine, and your memories I've appropriated in a sense as my own. Thank you all a million times over for having me there with you, for bringing me to some of the most beautiful places on the planet, and allowing me to live out a dream. In return I recorded for you what I hope is the essence of a day spent with the most important people in your lives and it is this simple exchange that has made my year truly gratifying and my work so fulfilling.
Personally this year I explored every nook I could on Vancouver Island, weddings and then a subsequent bike journey took me to the Gulf islands for the first time in my life. I fell more in love with the west coast. I photographed, played piano, solo hiked, and watched for whales every time I took the ferry; winter was slow and good to me. Spring came, work began, I spent less time in Victoria, and more time on the road. I saw Ontario on three separate occasions, Quebec, St Lucia, Wales, England, Germany, the Dominican Republic in the span of four months. In between it all my aunt, three of my best girlfriends, and a dear Australian came to visit. My little apartment with my craigslist-roommate-turned-best-friend had a revolving door of visitors, and I enthusiastically fell into the role of Vancouver Island aficionado. November came, and as the lease on our apartment expired the weather changed again. I got a surprise Facebook message, and surprising myself I decided to move across the ocean to the big city of Vancouver.
It was one hell of a year.
I thought 2015 would give me a chance to breath and for a few months it did. Summer as I've come to know it, was complete chaos, and I would say it was a bit of a blur if it wasn't for the thousands of sharp photos I have to prove I was there, truly paying attention, fractions of a second at a time.
Here is to 2015 and below my visual protest against forgetting.